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I just don’t understand it. Normally when he gets that camera thingy in his hands he gets his coat on, puts my lead on and hey presto we’re off for walkies. All he’s been doing all morning is playing with the thing and he hasn’t made any effort to take me out. What do I have to do to get him to shift himself and TAKE ME OUT!

It's lonely being the only creature here with four legs and covered in hair. Well, maybe not the covered in hair part. I long for a friends, a real friend, a friend like me. I love my master, he takes good care of me and I appreciate that but it's not the same. He is hardly ever here and when he is he’s lying down with his eyes closed making this awful and rather unattractive noise. No wonder the last female never came back. So far I have ruined his sofa and his bed and not because I don’t know how to behave but because of the sheer boredom. He comes home rather late, too late for my liking and I am woken up to this scream. I am told that I’m a bad dog and to look at what I’ve done, which I think is rather silly as I know exactly what I’ve done so it’s not going to send me on a guilt trip. Humans are the most intelligent creature my tail! He is yet to work out that I need company and attention. Just because I’m a dog it doesn’t mean that I don’t have feelings…

Hey man I'm really sorry...I just couldn't stop myself. I have this thing about chewing anything that is not tied down. I need counseling. I don't understand why but in my younger years, I had so many bad habits. I have learned to deal with them and thankfully my owner didn't just throw me out with the trash that time I chewed his new leather briefcase. He has really put up with a lot over the last 6 years.

Now I am so freaked out that my sons will do the same...it must be in the genes.

My God, where did that piece of white stuff come from...N e w B a l a n c e...wha?....Scooter where are you and what are you doing?

Why are you staring at me right now? Don't you know that I just sleep, eat and hopefully get out once in a while? Nothing too exciting going on here. You should be paying attention to that little bobbling diaper kid who is about to put mashed potatoes on the TV screen. If only I could talk. . .

Oh,Oh..he is looking at me funny. Did he find that bone I hid under his bed? I don't have a good feeling about this. Let me look as innocent and pathetic as possible. He won't dare punish me if he feels sorry for me. I hope it works....

Oh, you're doing that sneezing thing again. I'm sorry, really. Can you tell? If it'll make you feel any better I can chew up those books you were throwing around. It-aly. Ally is a girl's name, isn't it? Are you mad at her or something? Wait, what's that your saying?! I can stay? Oh thank God! Its freezing out there! But that's not why your sick is it? No. I know its me, but like you said, since the trip to visit Ally is full, you're gonna need some company. Just wait, I'm good at that. And fetch. God bless you!

"Poggy, have you heard the latest stupid thing my human did? He threw out some perfectly good beef. He took it out of the back of the fridge, opened up that silver stuff it was wrapped in and wrinkled his nose."Sure, it was a little ripe. I probably wouldn't have eaten it, but it sure would have been good for rolling in!"He threw it out in that metal can outside, so there's no way I can get to it."Sometimes he just aggravates me so much! Then he complains that I look sad. What an idiot."

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